This is a Poem - Dylan Byrne

This is not a house, this architecture is impossible, it’s views cannot be inside single frames of glass, there are no rafters for tarbucks to be tied

This is not a blue pearl tossed on black velvet with pinpricks and smears of light. No, the tenants that are scrawled cannot hope to hammer its movements in place

This comes from a tree with branching currents; it can live in a house, perch on a pearl, but it is the only thingnot knotted by them.

Contributor's Note

I am a BCMS student at the University of Waikato, but I often take the opportunity to study English, Psychology, and Philosophy in my spare time, or as additional papers. My writing usually takes me into the realms of poetry, graphical stories, game design, and cartoons.